Hide & Seek; Like & Love...

Hi Friends...

I'm back!  Please excuse the combination of laziness and procrastination (perhaps one in the same) that caused my missing entries.

I had an entirely different topic that I wanted to write about today but after reading some Facebook status' and tweets, I'm saving that one for later.  Many of them have spoken about "hiding" epilepsy and the fear that can go along with the disorder.

I very much understand the desire to hide your epilepsy.  At one point in my life,  I was a wonderful hider.  I was so afraid my friends would think I was weird, different and/or uncool.  Middle and High Schoolers rarely want to march to the beat of their own drum.  Instead of being proud of how I was overcoming my disorder, I was ashamed that I had epilepsy.  I made up all kinds of stories to prevent people from knowing exactly who I was. 

"Callie, why were you late to school?"
"I had a dentist appointment."  (LIE: I had a seizure)

"Callie, why do you have a black eye?"
"I fell off my horse and hit the jump standard." (LIE: I fell when I had a seizure)

The situations I created often times had an uncanny amount of details.  Occasionally, I'd forget exactly what I'd concocted and give information that didn't line up.  There's an obscure British TV show called, "The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Todd Margaret" that I can identify with.  Todd Margaret tells his boss a lie and it gets deeper and deeper and he has to lie more and more to practically everyone he meets.  Eventually, friends of Todd's hate him, someone actually dies, he runs his business into the ground, etc.  Though this is quite exaggerated, to some degree, epilepsy or no epilepsy, we can all identify with Todd.  So many times, we want to please people rather than just admit who we are and share our real lives.

I may have shared this idea/quote before but it's just so awesome...
My friend Brian says, "If you're too busy trying to be liked, you don't have time to be loved."

WOW!  Isn't that true?  We often concentrate on hiding ourselves and fearing that the truth will be known.  If we are genuine with people, admitting flaws, disorders, past problems, whatever, people can LOVE us for who we really are!  And if I had to guess, I'm pretty sure who you ARE is better than who you sometimes WANT to be.

Challenge:  Ponder who you ARE and share yourself with someone who doesn't know the real you.  (I'm going to talk to my husband right now... JUST KIDDING!...He LOVES me, seizures and all.) 

I'm headed off to Seizure the Day.  I was going to tell you something exciting and fun so that you'd be impressed but here's the REAL me... Housework.  Yippee! 

1 comment:

  1. Unfortunately, having done several comedy bits about who I really am and having put my story out there on the Interwebz and having friends with big mouths and having decided long ago to NOT hide who I am, I don't think I can complete this assignment. Not without putting up a billboard, and I can't afford that.


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